They saw Cameron standing on a knoll apart from his company, his face upturned to the cloudy sky.
Beyond him, over the lower ranks of trees, the thunder cloud they had feared was still visible, showing its dark volume in the southern sky by the frequent fiery shudderings which flashed through its length and depth; but it had swept away so far that no sound of its thunder touched their air; and the old man looked, not at it but at the calm, cloud-wrapped sky above.
"The Son of Man is coming in the clouds of heaven with power, and great glory." The words fell upon the silence that was made up of the subdued sounds of nature; it seemed to breathe again with them; while their minds had time to be taken captive by the imagery.

Then he cried, "He shall send His angels with a trumpet, and a great voice, and they shall gather the elect upon the four winds.

Two shall be in the fields; one shall be taken and the other left." He suddenly broke off the recitation with a heartpiercing cry.

"My Lord and my God! Let none of Thy children here be left.

Let none of those loved ones, for whom they have come here to entreat Thee, be among those who are left.